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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07555	A maske presented at Ludlow Castle, 1634 on Michaelmasse night, before the Right Honorable, Iohn Earle of Bridgewater, Vicount Brackly, Lord Præsident of Wales, and one of His Maiesties most honorable Privie Counsell.; Comus	Milton, John, 1608-1674.; Lawes, Henry, 1596-1662.	1637 (1637)	STC 17937; ESTC S121854	16,176	40

the armes of Chastitie Hence had the huntresse Dian her dred bow Faire silver-shafted Queene for ever chast Wherewith we tam'd the brinded lionesse And spotted mountaine pard but set at nought The frivolous bolt of Cupid gods and men Fear'd her sterne frowne she was queen o th' woods What was that snakie headed Gorgon sheild That wise Minerva wore unconquer'd virgin Wherewith she freez'd her foes to congeal'd stone But rigid looks of Chast austeritie And noble grace that dash't brute violence With sudden adoration and blancke aw So deare to heav'n is saintly chastitie That when a soule is found sincerely so A thousand liveried angels lackie her Driving farre off each thing of sinne and guilt And in cleere dreame and solemne vision Tell her of things that no grosse eare can heare Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beame on th' outward shape The unpolluted temple of the mind And turnes it by degrees to the souls essence Till all bee made immortall but when lust By unchast looks loose gestures and foule talke But most by leud and lavish act of sin Le ts in defilement to the inward parts The soule growes clotted by contagion Imbodies and imbrutes till she quite loose The divine propertie of her first being Such are those thick and gloomie shadows damp Oft seene in Charnell vaults and Sepulchers Hovering and sitting by a new made grave As loath to leave the body that it lov'd And link't it selfe by carnall sensualitie To a degenerate and degraded state 2 Bro. How charming is divine Philosophie Not harsh and crabbed as dull fools suppose But musicall as is Apollo's lute And a perpetuall feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfet raigns El bro. List list I heare Some farre off hallow breake the silent aire 2 Bro. Me thought so too what should it be Eld: bro. For certaine Either some one like us night founder'd here Or else some neighbour wood man or at worst Some roaving robber calling to his fellows 2 Bro. Heav'n keepe my sister agen agen and neere Best draw and stand upon our guard Eld: bro. I le hallow If he be friendly he comes well if not Defence is a good cause and Heav'n be for us The attendant Spirit habited like a shepheard That hallow I should know what are you speake Come not too neere you fall on iron stakes else Spir. What voice is that my yong Lord speak agen 2 Bro. O brother 't is my father Shepheard sure Eld: bro. Thyrsis whose artfull strains have oft delayd The huddling brook to heare his madrigale And sweeten'd every muskrose of the dale How cam'st thou here good Swaine hath any ram Slip't from the fold or yong kid lost his dam Or straggling weather the pen't flock forsook How couldst thou find this darke sequester'd nook Spir. O my lov'd masters heire and his next joy I came not here on such a triviall toy As a strayd Ewe or to pursue the stealth Of pilfering wolfe not all the fleccie wealth That doth enrich these downs is worth a thought To this my errand and the care it brought But o my virgin Ladie where is she How chance she is not in your companie Eld: bro. To tell thee sadly shepheard without blame Or our neglect wee lost her as wee came Spir. Aye me unhappie then my fears are true Eld: bro. What fears good Thyrsis prethee briefly shew Spir. I le tell you 't is not vaine or fabulous Though so esteem'd by shallow ignorance What the sage Poets taught by th' heav'nly Muse Storied of old in high immortall verse Of dire Chimera's and inchanted Iles And rifted rocks whose entrance leads to hell To such there be but unbeliefe is blind Within the navill of this hideous wood Immur'd in cypresse shades a Sorcerer dwells Of Bacchus and of Circe borne great Comus Deepe skill'd in all his mothers witcheries And here to every thirstie wanderer By slie enticement gives his banefull cup With many murmurs mixt whose pleasing poison The visage quite transforms of him that drinks And the inglorious likenesse of a beast Fixes instead unmoulding reasons mintage Character'd in the face this have I learn't Tending my flocks hard by i' th hilly crofts That brow this bottome glade whence night by night He and his monstrous rout are heard to howle Like stabl'd wolves or tigers at their prey Doing abhorred rites to Hecate In their obscured haunts of inmost bowres Yet have they many baits and guilefull spells T' inveigle and invite th' unwarie sense Of them that passe unweeting by the way This evening late by then the chewing flocks Had ta'ne their supper on the savourie herbe Of Knot-grass dew-besprent and were in fold I sate me downe to watch upon a bank With ivie canopied and interwove With flaunting hony-suckle and began Wrapt in a pleasing fit of melancholy To meditate my rural minstrelsie Till fancie had her fill but ere a close The wonted roare was up amidst the woods And filld the aire with barbarous dissonance At which I ceas't and listen'd them a while Till an unusuall stop of sudden silence Gave respit to the drowsie frighted steeds That draw the litter of close-curtain'd sleepe At last a soft and solemne breathing sound Rose like a steame of rich distill'd Perfumes And stole upon the aire that even Silence Was tooke e're she was ware and wish't she might Deny her nature and be never more Still to be so displac't I was all eare And took in strains that might create a soule Vnder the ribs of Death but ô ere long Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my most honour'd Lady your deare sister Amaz'd I stood harrow'd with griefe and feare And ô poore haplesse nightingale thought I How sweet thou sing'st how neere the deadly snare Then downe the lawns I ran with headlong hast Through paths and turnings often trod by day Till guided by mine eare I found the place Where that dam'd wisard hid in slie-disguise For so by certain signs I knew had met Alreadie ere my best speed could praevent The aidlesse innocent Ladie his wish't prey Who gently ask't if he had seene such two Supposing him some neighbour villager Longer I durst not stay but soone I guess't Yee were the two she mean't with that I sprung Into swift flight till I had found you here But farther know I not 2 Bro. O night and shades How are yee joyn'd with hell in triple knot Against th' unarmed weaknesse of one virgin Alone and helplesse is this the confidence You gave me brother Eld: bro. Yes and keep it still Leare on it safely not a period Shall be unsaid for me against the threats Of malice or of sorcerie or that power Which erring men call Chance this I hold firme Vertue may be assail'd but never hurt Surpriz'd by unjust force but not enthrall'd Yea even that which mischiefe meant most harme Shall in the happie triall prove most glorie But evill on it selfe shall backe